Wednesday, March 25, 2015

What value is freedom?Only those knowWho have lost theirsA child shut in his roomEven a dog in a shedOr yet a man in prisonEspecially one in wartimeFighting for his countryLike uncles of mineSome who came backWith that look on their facesYet there were others tooWho did not return homeNot heroes there but slavesUnderfed and ill treatedAgainst the rules of warTo die beaten, torturedThinking of their childrenAnd their wives at homeWith no resting placeSave a white stone slabIn a distant cemeteryTo show their serviceFreedom for their childrenTo fight yet more wars

Friday, March 20, 2015

I love the city's sightsThe traffics constant humThe bustling mindless crowdThe busker as he shouts out loudWith a call to buy his waresI see the flashing neon signsSeduction at its bestFor each sparkling eyePersuading you to buyAnd take your prize along

The rumble of the subway trainAs I ride back home aloneOthers eyes look askanceAs they drift off in a tranceSo many strangers in this town

But there is another meThat yearns for further fieldsWhere everyone you knowAnd the pace of life is slowThe country where I was born

The corner shop and the local pubWhere all do laugh and drinkThe old farmer chats with meHoping that some rain he'll seeFor I am welcome hereI see the nurse from the hospitalThe doctor is playing cards

With the barber and others tooThey all have a drink or twoAs this is Friday nightIt's just a walk to see some sportIt's not a cent to see my teamAs a game is played upon the parkNeighbours smile at me in the darkHow I wish I lived back hereFor friends will wave on Main StreetFor no-one gives a hootThe local dog turns not a hairIt is how to live without a careSo free of traffic lights

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

It was not yet dawnA beautiful hushed silenceBroken by a screamThe night creatures ruledNot yet annoyed by the lightI was still in bedBut it was just meOne more restless night of painInstead of sweet dreamsAge does weary meMy only comfort is the pastWhen dawn then brought hopeImage found at www.joshinshanghai.blogspot.comPlease no messages of concern; I don't pick the words, Thom does!

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

I hated to see you goJust like an autumn leafYou slipped from my armsAnd were lost to me...foreverWe were young thenI couldn't believe that youAnd I were a coupleSo comfortable did I feel...foolishlyThis tall tree became gauntLike a pine tree just holding onTo the needles of despairShedding them slowly...until now

Saturday, March 14, 2015

I shouldn't look at herShe is bound to look backOur eyes would then meet A explosion of loveShe knows I want to touchRun my fingers through her hairI softly touch her cheekAs I've done that beforeFor a second she leans Into my palm, eyes closedHer expression of desireMeant for me aloneBut we are still strangersOthers might hear what we sayI dare not speak her nameLest I say it in my sleepHow long can we do this?Teasing the others loveWe never make any plans For we have no futureImage from Jerry Maguire movie found at www.awn.com

He heard her call out"The family are coming"He was gardeningNo that was not trueHe uttered a blasphemySitting in the shedHis short quiet timeReading Sunday newspaper Would now be ruinedWhole plague of monkeys Would invade and take overKeeping him awakeNo siesta nowTwo children running aroundAnd one in her pramShe was born last yearSweet favorite of his wifeHer name AbigailHe cleared the deck firstOld ones would want waterPut sprinkler on lawnThey arrived on timeHe was given a new jobAs baby was cryingHe took her for a walk By the rustling Aspen treesNot that far awayShe looked up at him As he smiled and talked to herSlowly fell asleepHe still chatted on Of how beautiful she was Shed a loving tearHe made his way homeDrying his eyes as he cameFor his cup of teaImage found at www.mirror.co.uk

Wednesday, March 11, 2015

It gives me pins and needlesTo think of others needless plightWhen we are full and happyAnd can always sleep at nightIt makes me giddy with angerTo think that many starveAs I live the life of plentyYet they have no meat to carve

Nor yet is there clean waterFor them to drink their fillI see the children crying The wind blows in death's chillI do not believe in lendingIf such help cannot be returnedBut gladly give with compassionA conscience free thus earnedImage found at www.rediff.com

Monday, March 2, 2015

It was a
beautiful morning. The skies were blue and the air was still and there was barely a cloud in the sky. Song walked through the village and saw that Dum was
repairing a post in the barricade around the settlement that kept wild animals away
at night. Yum sat outside their hut threading shells on a small necklet for one
of the children of the village.

“Let’s go for a
walk” invited Song. “I know a place where there is a great view of the sea". She
pointed to the hills behind them, “Dum can come too.”

“What are you
planning, Song?” Yum asked.

Song smiled, “I
have a yearning. I want more; I want to see more; I want to learn more.”

Yum looked sadly
at Song as they walked along, “Sometimes happiness is staying still, just living our lives in
safety.”

Dum finished
finished his work and caught up with them. It was just the three adults as the children had been left safely behind within the village playing with their friends.

They climbed
higher up the mountainside than they had ever done before. A light breeze blew
their hair and the smell of the trees and the flowers was much different than on the
plain and by the seashore.

Dum kept looking
out to sea. He could see further than he had ever done before even with his one
eye, as the air was so still and the sky so clear and the heat of summer was not
yet upon them.

"I must rest" said
Yum finding a small open area to look out over the ocean. Song sat as well and
they noticed she extracted some nibbles for them to eat while they admired the view.
While they chatted Yum continued to observe the horizon and suddenly called out, “Look, look far in the distance do you see what I see?” all the while pointing with
her fingers to where she was looking. Dum of course only had one eye so he said “What
is it you see?”

Song just smiled.
“That is why we have come up here. When the sky is so clear we can see so very far,
far away when we look out from here. I have seen it before. It looks like
another land...I want to go there.”

Dum looked at Yum
and Yum looked as though she would cry, for she loved Song for she was such a
strong woman and knew so much. She did not want to lose her. So then Dum asked
Song “How will you get there?”

“Well Dum, you will build a boat for me...well, for us all perhaps. We should all see what is
there. We have the ability, we have the courage and we have the love to explore
our world.”

Yum looked
doubtful, “What if it is terrible or dangerous there?”

Song put her hand
on Yum’s face “Then we will come back” she smiled. “But remember we have much
to trade.”

So this was the
day that man instead of wandering by foot on land decided to explore the world
by sea.

Note that Song’s reference to their having much to
trade was of course their knowledge.

I cannot guarantee that we shall hear any more of Dum's family but there is always a chance my time machine will take me back there again.

About Me

Retired and glad to be so. Family is the most important thing to have and enjoy.
Now please remember, most of what I tell you is fiction. Much of it is based on personal experiences, recollections and just plain fabrication!
Often in tales about myself I may appear to be the hero, well I am not going to be the villain am I?

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